In a perfect world, Danielle thought to herself, she wouldn't have to be here. In a perfect world, of course, she would have
beaten Velvet Strongfoot like everyone knew she was supposed to - but maybe, even in the event of some freak occurrence where she didn't, she might have had better luck when she
saw fit to get even after the match, confronting Velvet backstage. In Danielle's mind, she would put Velvet in her place and set the matter right about how that match
should have gone...but that didn't happen either. By a stroke of misfortune, Velvet had her cousin Cashmere present, and against two angry Strongfoots, Dani soon found herself well in over her head. In the heat of the moment, she had no choice but to agree to a challenge from Cashmere, just to save face. The world couldn't see her actually
back down, let alone against a rival - that may as well have been an admission of defeat!
The only problem was...Danielle knew she didn't have a chance against Cashmere. She hadn't been struck with the oppressive realization of what she had just done until she'd already agreed to the deal. Already, the redhead hadn't had the most luck when it came to wrestling. Though she had the good looks to draw a crowd, her skills in the ring had much to be desired. Danielle was used to passing off all the boos she got as the mumblings of illiterate clods who simply didn't
get her, but when she had seen Cashmere smash a filing cabinet with a mere kick, she knew this was far more serious. Going in against Cashmere, at her current state, would have been an embarrassment her pride could never recover from; her body might not have been able to recover either. But she couldn't back out either - that would be a sign of cowardice. If Danielle wanted to stand a chance against Cashmere, she had to train. And, in order to do that, she had to find a trainer.
Dani stood in the middle of the LAW gym, her eyes scanning the machines in front of her. She bit at her lip, and her body stiffened. She hated the mere fact she was here at all - it was proof that she needed to rely on anyone for help. And even then, the mere idea of being surrounded by brutish, sweating apes turned her stomach. It had been a herculean task for her to so much as find an outfit that was suitably fashionable for this occasion; she hoped the media wouldn't notice. But she had to swallow her pride. Whether Danielle liked it or not...it was better than the alternative.
